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LADY SHEPP 
AND HER FRIENDS 

BY MISS M. J. SIMMS 



MISS M. J. SIMMS 


THE DEMOCRAT PRESS 
COLORADO SPRINGS, 
COLORADO 



LIBRARY of CONGRFSS 
Two Ceoies Received 

JUL SI 1906 

Copyn^ni Er.t<y 


^ XX C. No. 




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TO OUR READERS 

Every cause has an effect, every action a re- 
action, every thought sent afloat in this world has 
its effect one way or the other. So we hope the 
cause, action and thought that prompted the author 
to write this story (or these stories) may have their 
desired effect. And why should they not, when the 
writer has spent much of her life studying and di- 
recting the fancies and realities of child life. 

Whose heart is so enraptured with the proper 
growth and development of the youthful mind that 
now, although incapacitated by ill health for active 
service, spends her shut-in days in search of ma- 
terial and interesting knowledge for the young. 
Thus producing such interesting passages, such 
natural conversations, such noble and comforting 
thoughts that all who read may rise up and call her 
blessed. 

Such is the life of the true and tried guides of 
our land! 

Mbs. Mylie Adams Browne. 

Goliad, Texas. 

To the Dear Little Boys and Girls and Friends who 
may chance to read this little booh: 

The story of “Lady Shepp and Her Friends” 
(such as it is), is perfectly true. 

We have also met and become personal friends 
to most of Lady Shepp’s Friends. 


We regret that we haven’t better pictures of 
Lady Shepp and better drawings also. 

But 4 ‘In His Name,” you will please accept our 
little offering. 

I am yours truly, 

Miss Mary J. Simms. 


Round Rock, Texas. 


TABLE OF CONTENTS. 


CHAPTERS. 

Lady Shepp and Her Friends I 

A Kind Man 11 

My New Master Ill 

“Isn’t It a Darling” IV 

My Name V 

Beautiful Bowery Cottage VI 

My Little Master VII 

A Bee Sting VIII 

A Foot Ball Game IX 

“Sack Me Up” ; ..X 

My Master’s Wagon XI 

The Spring Chickens XII 

Old Cripply XIII 

The Maltese Cat XIV 

The Shower Bath XV 

Frogtown XVI 

Lady Shepp .. .XVII 

A Thunder Storm XVIII 

A Merry Go-Round XIX 


A Breezy Game . 
The Lazy Burro 

Bounce 

Meyers 

Robin Hood 

Prince Barnliard 

Rex 

Rip 

Baby Poodle 
Master Sport 

Yorick 

Monte 

King Du Du 

Dorsy and Laddie 
Master Laddie . . 
Pido and Kitty . . 
Rover 


XX 

....XXI 
. . .XXII 
. .XXIII 
..XXIV 
...XXV 
..XXVI 
.XXVII 
XXVIII 
..XXIX 
...XXX 
. .XXXI 
.XXXII 
XXXIII 
.XXXIV 
. .XXXV 
.XXXVI 


Lady Shepp and Her Friends. 



LADY SHEPP 


I 

WHO AM if 

Bow-wow ! bow-wow-wow ! 

Would you like to know who I am? 

Why, I am only a little shepherd dog, spotted 
brown and white. 

I have lovely curly hair and a very bushy tail 
that turns upward. 

My nose is so pointed that you would think I 
am a collie. 

I have laughing black eyes and saucy ears, for 
one always drops over the eye and the other pricks 
itself upward. 


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I never knew a mother or father. 

I think I am like Topsy, I just grew! 

My master lived alone. 

He was not very kind to me. 

He gave me little food but very many, many 
blows. 


II. 


A KIND MAN. 

One day a man with a very kind face passed my 
master’s honse. 

He saw me and loved me. 

He asked my master to give me to him. 

My master would not. 

But another time the kind man passed and hear- 
ing my pitiful cry, he begged for me again. I was 
only a tiny pup then, you know. 

This time my master gladly gave me away. 

And I was very happy to go with the hind man. 


III. 

MY NEW MASTER. 

My new master was a very large man. 

I said that he had a kind face, and when you 
looked into his deep blue eyes you were sure to trust 
him. Well, he took me in his arms and hugged me 
close to his breast, making me so cosy and warm that 
my little “ pitter-patter ’ ’ forgot to thump so hard 
against my thin sides. 

He said that he would keep me from all harm. 

And away we went to our happy home. 



IV. 

1 1 ISN *T IT A DARLING ! ’ 9 

I fell asleep in my master’s arms. 

When I awakened, he was at home in a dainty 
kitchen that smelt of good things to eat. He was sit- 
ting as well as he could in a tiny baby rocking chair, 
still holding me in his arms. I looked about and saw 
a rosy cheeked, curly head boy, his mother and 
Zelma. 

They were all looking at me with great wide 
open eyes and saying: “0, isn’t it a darling V 9 


V. 


MY NAME. 

Once my master had a very fine dog. 

He was a shepherd and I look very much like 

him. 

That is why my master loved me when he first 
saw me. 

Well, this dog did many tricks and was very 
smart. 

He would go every evening to the pasture for 
the cows. 

At noon he would drive the calves to water. 

He could mind the chickens. 

This dog was named Shepp. 

Poor Shepp died. 

So when I came, my master said I must be called 
Shepp. But Zelma always called me 4 4 Lady Shepp. ” 


VI. 


BEAUTIFUL BOWEBY COTTAGE. 

After a hearty supper of nice bread and milk, 
I was put in a warm bed and there I slept. The next 
morning the rosy cheeked boy awakened me and 
took me into the yard to see his home. 

The house was very queerly built, but it was 
very pretty. You would think it was a bird nest, 
because it was so cosily nestled among trees. There 
were giant cotton wood trees, maples, elms, box 


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elders and all kinds of fruit trees. The fruit trees 
and grape vines were in the northwest and south- 
east parts of the yard. 

The cotton woods filled the back yard, while the 
other trees bordered the beautiful long walks leading 
to the cottage and side walks. 

There were pretty flowers and hedges of yel- 
low rose bushes. At the foot of the barn lot ran a big, 
big ditch that rippled and ran along like a large 
creek. This ditch was lined with plants, bushes and 
weeping willow trees. You could hardly see the 
house, the boughs spread out so. 

It was a lovely place. 

Zelma and I call it, “ Beautiful Bowery Cot- 
tage.’ ’ 



VII. 

MY LITTLE MASTER. 

Do yon remember the little rosy cheeked, curly 
head boy! 

Why, that is Otho. 

He is my little master now. 

As soon as the kind man brought me home, he 
told Otho that I had come to be his little friend. 

This made Otho very happy, for he was very 
lonely after he came from school. 

Otho was a very smart boy. 

At school, he was the best in his class. 

His teacher and class mates loved him very 
dearly. 




IO LADY SHEPP AND HER FRIENDS. 

And some day Otho will be a great man. 

He loves the trains and he is always trying to 
build engines. 

His father said that he made very good ones, 

too. 

He had a fine white horse named Bess. Some- 
times he went for a ride. I went, too, and would run 
races with Bess. But Bess always beat, for her legs 
were longer than mine. 

Otho was always happy when cherries were 

ripe. 

He and his little friends used to sit upon the tip 
top limbs and eat cherries like birds. 

The money that he made gathering cherries, 
why, he saved till the Fourth of July. 

Sometimes, Master Otho got into mischief. 

When the little boys and girls of the town came 
over to pick cherries (to make Fourth of July 
money, too) Otho and I would go out also. 

He would pick his pail full of cherries, sit upon 
a limb and eat the cherries, then pelt the heads of 
the boys and girls with cherry stones. 

Oh, but that was fine sport ! 

But the big boys did not like this game so well 
and it kept them from their work. 

So they chased Otho and me back to the cottage. 
You would think that we were Buster Brown and his 
dog Tige. The boys say there is not much fun in 
being pelted with cherry stones. 


VIII. 



A BEE STING. 

Have you ever seen a bee! 

Do yon know what a bee hive is ! 

Bees are little insects. They are very smart. 

They make the honey that little boys and girls 
like so well. 

A hive is a box in which the bees live. 

It looks like this []. Sometimes this is called 
a bee colony. 

My big master had many bee colonies. 

Under all the fruit trees of the north side of the 
yard, little colonies of bees were placed in neat rows 
like Dutch huts. 

Each hive or colony was painted white and 
carefully set upon two blocks. 

There were bees flying everywhere. They 


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sipped from every flower and drank at every foun- 
tain and hydrant. We often drank at the same foun- 
tain. 

I thought that we were great friends. I loved to 
watch them fly about. I loved to hear them b-u-z-z ! 

One day I was out watching them and one of 
the bees came behind my ear and began to buzz for 
me. 

I did not like to hear it so near, so I began to 
run, and, don’t you know, that bee got behind my ear 
and stuck there. It stung me, yes it stung harder 
the faster I ran. 

Bowery Cottage is very large, but I ran round 
and round it. 

How I did bark and howl ! 

Everyone ran out to see what had happened to 

me. 

Zelma caught me. She looked and found the 
bee. She pulled it off, saying, “Poor little bee,” 
when I felt that she should say , 4 4 Poor Lady Shepp. 9 ’ 

I was suffering very much from the pain, but 
Zelma said, 4 4 The poor bee can not sting you again. 
It will soon die. Then I was sorry for the bee, but I 
can not forget my first First Bee Sting. 



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THE FOOTBALL GAME. 

Otho has a very large foot ball. 

We like to play foot ball very much. When 
Otho and his friend play it it is fine fun. 

One kicks the ball nearly as high as a tree. The 
other tries to catch it. If he does catch it he chases 
the other and if he catches him, he pounds him with 
the ball. 

Or they toss the ball over the house and chase 
each other the same way. 


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While they play, I always look at them and 
say : 4 4 Bow-wow ! ’ ’ But when Otho and I play foot 
ball we go out on the lawn. He gives the ball a kick 
and it rolls on the smooth grass, while I run after it 
as fast as I can. 

When I catch it, I roll it back to Otho. I like to 
play foot ball alone. Then I roll over and over, 
tossing the ball here and there. 



X. 


“sack me up.” 

When I say 4 4 cellar, ’ ’ yon think of a cold, damp 
room that is as dark as midnight. It is most always 
in the ground under the house. 

But this cellar was built in the yard. 

As you see in the picture, only a part of it was 
under the ground. 

One day I was naughty, and Otho said he was 
going to 4 4 sack me up.” 


1 6 LADY SHELL AND HER ER1ENDS. 

He got a big sack, put me in it and tied it with 
a rope. 

He threw tlie ends of the rope upon the cellar, 
then he climbed upon the cellar himself. 

What did he do next ? 

He took the ends of the rope and drew me up 
and down like a pail of water. 

I was so scared. It seemed that the sack would 
tear and let me fall to the ground. 

When Otho got tired drawing me up and down, 
he let me down to the ground, leaving the ends of 
the rope on the cellar as before. 

He piled many bricks upon the ends of the rope, 
then came down and sat with me. 

But I was still ‘ 1 sacked up ’ ’ and you know little 
dogs do not keep still when they are in sacks. I 
begged so hard to be unsacked. 

I kicked, I jumped, I pawed and I barked. 

Oh, but something terrible happened. 

The pile of bricks tumbled down on — on — poor 
OthVs head! 

I felt sorry for my little master because the 
bricks made his head swell. 

I tried to be good, and Otho did not “sack me 
up” any more. 



MY MASTER’S WAGON. 

Every morning, as soon as breakfast was over, 
Otho and I would go out for a new game. 

He had a fine wagon. 

It was very large. 

Otho would set me in it and ride me up and 
down the long walks. 

He always played that he was the horse. He 
would put the reins in my mouth and I drove him 
very well. 

But Otho said that when I grew to be a large 
dog, he would have me for the horse. He would 
hitch me to the wagon and then he would drive me. 

I will not mind. I think dogs ought to pull their 
little masters in their wagons. 



XII. 


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THE SPRING CHICKENS. 

Our yard was very large. 

There was beautiful grass, lovely flowers and 
plenty of fruit. 

The neighbors ’ chickens used to come over and 
pick grass-hoppers and bugs, and they did not for- 
get to eat fruit and nibble the tender leaves of the 
plants. 

Some old chickens came but there was one flock 
of about twenty-five spring chicks that came over 
every day. 

When Zelma and Otho saw these chicks they 
scared them home. So when I saw them, and there 
was no one else around I scared them home, too. 

I chased them here and there and everywhere. 
It was great fun for me. I ran them so much that 
they got tired and tried to hide in the grass like 
partridges. 

One day I caught one and began to toss it about 
like a cat tosses a mouse. 

Zelma saw me. She came and took the chicken 
away from me, then gave me a good scolding. 

I was not rough with the chickens any more. 

I scared them home every day, but I was as kind 
and gentle with them as Otho or Zelma. 


XIII. 


OLD CRIPPLY. 

Otho’s mother had many chickens, but they 
lived in the big barn yard. 

Whenever the chickens were fed I would go 
out, get upon a big box and watch them eat. 

There was one old hen that was always last in 
coming. 

Then she came hobbling, wabbling, and bound- 
ing first this way, then that. 

She knocked the chickens in every direction till 
she got to the food. 

I asked my mistress who this chicken was. 

She said that her name was Old Cripply. 

When Old Cripply was a little chick a horse 
stepped on her feet and mashed both of them off. 

So she had only nubs on which to walk. 

Old Cripply was very fine. 

She was the best of all the hens to lay eggs and 
she took care of her baby chicks better than any of 
the hens. 

She was very careful and so never hurt any of 
her baby chicks. 

I love Old Cripply. Don’t you? 


XIV. 


THE MALTESE CAT. 

One day Otho’s mother and I went to see a 
neighbor. 

This neighbor had a very, very fine cat. 

He was very large. Really he was nearly as 
large as myself. 

He was a maltese cat and they say that he was 
ten years old. His name was Uncle Tom. 

Uncle Tom did not like dogs nor little puppies. 

When I went in the house with my mistress, he 
ran at me, spit in my face and tried to slap me. He 
frightened me very much. 

My mistress took me up in her arms quickly and 
I then felt quite safe. I was not, for Uncle Tom 
came slyly around my mistress ’ chair and caught 
my tail. 

Oh, how he did slap and pull it! I am quite 
sure that he bit it, too. I was not very brave, for I 
could not keep from howling. He frightened me and 
caused me much pain. 

Uncle Tom’s mistress took him in her arms 
and tried to make him be friendly to me, but he 
would not. My mistress said he was afraid that I 
would chase him up trees like other dogs do. 

But I would rather be kind to cats. 


XV. 


THE SHOWER BATH. 

A shower bath ! What does that mean? 

I know you little boys and girls think that it 
means sitting in a bath tub and have a spray turned 
on your body. 

Or you may think it is being caught in a gentle 
shower of rain. 

This makes one feel so fresh and cool. 

The chickens, the birds, the grass and the 
flowers like this kind of a shower bath. 

My little master loves to bathe me. He does 
it in this way : He puts me in a very large tub ; one 
that keeps me from seeing anything but the sky 
overhead. 

Then he turns the hose on me. 

Oh, but the water is so cold ! It comes so fast 
that it almost takes your breath away. 

Otho says it makes me clean and very pretty to 
bathe. 

But I do not like a Shower Bath. Do you? 



XVI. 

FRO'GTOWN. 

In the orchard is a very pretty little pond. 

It is made from the water that drips from the 
hydrant. 

The bees like to come to this pond for water. It 
is so cool and shady here. The bees did not trouble 
me, either, when I sat on the walk and watched them 
drink and heard them hum and buzz. 

This pond was the home of many frogs. 

There were little frogs, middle sized frogs and 
big, big frogs. 

My little master and I called it Frogtown. 

As I sat on the walk watching the bees, I would 
also see frogs hop upon the hank. 


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They would sit so still that you were sure they 
were asleep. 

But as soon as a bee flew too near a frog, the 
frog would thrust out its long tongue that looked 
like a tiny spear, draw the poor bee into its mouth 
and swallow it. 

Then the frog would sit still and make believe 
he was asleep again. 

There was one very large frog in Frogtown. 

He was as large as a turtle. 

He was so very fat that it made him tired to hop 
far at a time. 

We named this one Grandpa Frog. Grandpa 
Frog did not sit on the bank of the pond to catch 
bees. 

But early each evening he would hop down to 
the ditch that was at the foot of our barn lot, and 
there he caught bugs and other insects. 

When Grandpa started to the ditch he would 
hop a little way, then stop to rest. 

Like the other frogs, he would sit so still that 
you thought he was asleep. 

Large black ants crawled all about him, and 
when they came quite near him, he would stick out 
his tongue, draw in the ants and eat them as the 
others did the bees. 

So Grandpa Frog would hop and eat and rest 
all along his way to the ditch. 

It was fun to see him hop. 

So sometimes I would tease him. I ran after 
him, barking and jumping. 

Often I would take my paw and slap him about. 

When I did this he lay very still. Sometimes he 


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would be on his back. You would think he was 
dead then. 

But as soon as I left him, he would hop on his 
way to the ditch. 

See, Grandpa Frog was very wise! 



XVII. 

LADY SHEPP. 

Soon one morning while Master Otho was eating 
breakfast, I went out to have a frolic before he came. 

After having a fine race with my friend, 
Cheeco, I felt quite thirsty, so I came to the well to 
drink. 


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On the well was a bine basin full of water. 

I started to drink, but, as I put my head over 
the basin I saw a very cute little dog looking at me. 

I langhed at it and it laughed at me, and began 
to tease. 

If I barked it barked. 

If I moved my head it moved its head, too. 

It did everything that I did. 

I thought that I would slap it with my paws as 
I did Grandpa Frog. 

I put my front paws into the basin and I went 
flip, flap, flip, flap ! 

The water went splash, splash, splash ! 

I splashed away till I was very tired. 

I stopped to look in the basin and there was 
that same little dog looking at me with his laughing 
eyes. Otho and Zelma peeped at me. It seemed to 
be fun to them. They laughed and teased and called 
to me but I slapped and splashed all the more till 
there was no more water in the basin. 

Then, Otho and Zelma came to me and said, 
“Why, doggie, dear, that is you.” 

It is our own dear Lady Shepp ! 


XVIII. 


A THUNDER STORM. 

Every evening about six o’clock, my little mas- 
ter went to Uncle Tom’s mistress’ home to get milk 
and cream. Some times I went with him and we 
had fine sport running races. Otlio taught me how 
to carry a milk pail, too. 

I saw Uncle Tom often, but Otho would not let 
him come near me. 

It looked very stormy one evening that Otho 
went for milk. 

He let me go as far as the gate, then he made 
me go back to the house. He said : ‘ 4 My Shepp will 
be afraid in a storm. ’ ’ 

I went back to the house. 

Soon after I got there it began to thunder, oh so 
very loud. You felt as if you were surely up in the 
clouds with Thor while he was pounding with his 
wonderful hammer against the walls of the Frost 
Giants. 

The lightning came in great sheets. 

The wind howled terribly. 

Then the rain began to pour down very hard. 

I felt very sad, so I howled and I barked, for I 
knew my little master was alone in that dreadful 
storm. 

I stood at the window to watch for him. 

Soon I saw him coming as fast as he could run. 


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When he got about half way the walk the storm 
seeemd to get much worse. 

The thunder roared like many cannon. 

The lightning just flashed out so my Otho 
could see his way to the house. 

The wind whistled and bent the trees right and 
left across the walk. 

The wind whipped off poor Otlio’s hat and 
made each curl stand out by itself. 

It filled his sleeves and trousers full of wind 
so that he looked like many balloons. 

In one second, Otho dear bounded into the 
house. 

He could not say one w T ord, but he brought his 
milk and cream safe. 

His mother took him in her arms and called him 
her brave boy. I think he was very brave. Do you 
not think so, too? 

The next time I shall go with my little master, 
to keep him from all harm. 


XIX. 


A MERRY GO-ROUND. 

In the afternoons when the snn was shining 
bright, Zelma would take her needle work and go out 
on the lawn to take a snn bath. 

She always sat in 4 4 our baby rocking chair. ’ ’ 

That day I lay at her feet and Otho was sitting 
by her side. We always loved to hear her tell beau- 
tiful stories. Some of them were wonderfully 
strange. 

At this time we were listening to the story of 
Little Orphan 4 4 Annie.’ ’ All at once Zelma jumped 
up. She threw her sewing, thread, thimble, scissors, 
work basket, baby rocking chair and all in every di- 
rection. 

She turned round and round, pulling her hair 
and slapping her head, till her side combs, hair pins, 
spectacles and collar flew like autumn leaves. 

My ! Otho and I were sure that the goblins had 
come to take poor Zelma. 

Otho ’s mother ran and caught her, searched for 
the goblins but found simply a poor , poor little bee 
in her hair. 

We all had a hearty laugh. 

We picked up her things, then sat down for an- 
other sun bath. 

This time Zelma put on a big sun-bonnet. 

But, don’t you know, just in one second, a bee 


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flew under that bonnet and stung Zelma under her 
eye. 

The bee flew from her right after me, but I ran 
with all my might and I beat in this race, too. 

That bee sting served Zelma very badly. 

It made her face swell up till it was as fat as 
Humpty Dumpty’s face, and it closed both eyes for 
several days. 

Zelma says she does not enjoy that kind of 
‘ ‘ Merry Go-Round. ’ ’ 



A BKEEZY GAME. 

I wonder if all little boys have kind masters ! 
And I wonder if they frolic, rnn races and play 
games with their little masters ? 

Otho likes to play the Breezy Game with me. 

Do you know the Breezy Game? 

Why, it is simply swinging. 


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Otho has a very large swing. 

He gets in it, takes me in his lap, then away he 
swings np in the boughs of the trees. 

Oh, that is fine fun. 

The cool breezes take us way up in the air. 

But Otho often gets out of the swing. 

He puts me in it, then sends me up so high that 
I feel each minute that the wind will take my breath 
away. 

And you are almost sure you will fall when the 
swing comes down again. 

One day I did fall, but my dear little master 
caught me in his arms. 

So I did not get a big bump. 

I do not like this game unless I can sit in Otho ’s 

lap. 

Then I feel quite safe. 



XXI. 

THE LAZY BURRO. 

Otho had a fine bicycle. 

He got tired of it. He wanted a burro. 

So one day he traded his wheel for an old burro, 
but he told me nothing about it. 

I had never seen a burro. 

Bowery Cottage seemed to be the home of birds. 

There were blue jays, robins, wrens, sparrows, 
mocking birds, wild canaries, magpies and many 
other kinds. 

They loved the fruit, and they loved best to 
catch the worms and bugs that spoiled the fruit. 
They seemed to know me and were not afraid, for 
they would fly down very near me. One day while 
I was in the orchard watching the birds, I heard a 



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noise but did not turn to see what it was. There 
seemed to be something creeping very near me. 

I looked around and I saw — well, I thought that 
I saw that old troll that came after the 4 4 Three Billy 
Goats.’ ’ 

I was so terribly frightened that I scampered 
away under the gooseberry bushes. 

I barked and barked, trying to scare him away 
but he did not move. 

Soon Otho came to see what was the matter. 

He laughed because I was so scared, then he 
said: 4 4 You need not fear, my little dog, for that 
is only a burro. The one for which I traded my bi- 
cycle. ’ ’ 

4 4 Now for a ride, Lady Shepp,” said Otho. 

He put me upon the burro ’s back, but the burro 
did not move. 

He kept on eating grass. 

Then Otho tried him. 

He got upon his back but he still did not move. 

Then Fred took the reins to pull him along. 

Zelma and two little boys pushed him from be- 
hind. 

Ned whipped him, while I barked, but that dear 
burro simply stood still. 

And when he could, he stuck his head down and 
nibbled grass. We had a great deal of fun with the 
old burro, but no one got a ride. 

So we named him Lazy Burro. 


XXII. 


BOUNCE. 

The day that I visited the Dog Exhibition, I saw 
a dog that looked real funny. 

This dog was named Bounce. 

He was a cocker spaniel. 

He was so dressed up that he looked more like a 
monkey than a dog. 

He had on a red blanket and this was covered 
with dried flowers, to make him look gay. 

Bounce had on a beaver hat. 

We call them 1 1 stove-pipe hats” because they 
are so tall. 

The hat had a red band and some dried flowers 
around it. 

But the funniest thing of all is that Bounce had 
on spectacles, that made him look very, very wise. 

His master led him around with a chain, but 
whenever he stopped, Bounce would sit up with his 
arms folded and look wiser still. 

Oh, yes, Bounce carried in his mouth a very cute 
little basket. Some people in passing would drop 
pennies in his little basket. 

I wish that Bounce had been near when we were 
trying to make Lazy Burro take us for a ride. 

I think this sight would have made Lazy Burro 
move quickly. 

Little boys and girls, I have many dear friends. 

Would you like to know some of them? 


MEYERS. 

XXIII 

MEYERS. 

This is my friend Meyers. 

He is a cocker spaniel. 

He has the loveliest silken cnrly hair. 

Meyers is like little girls, he likes to have his 
curls combed every day. Then he begs to have a 
pretty red or blue bow of ribbon tied around his 
neck. 

Meyers likes burros better than I do. 

He very often goes up in the mountains with his 
master and mistress. 



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All of them ride burros. 

Meyers stays on his burro as well as a little boy. 

This picture was made up in the Cheyenne 
Mountains. 

You see Meyerg is laughing, for he always en- 
joys his burro ride. He has one picture made while 
he is sitting on his burro. He looks very cute on it. 

Meyers can do one very queer trick. 

His mistress says : ‘ 4 Meyers, what do the peo- 
ple do in church ?” 

Meyers jumps upon a chair, puts his front paws 
on the back of the chair, shuts his eyes, then drops 
his head on his paws. 

He calls this praying and he stays still till his 
mistress says: “Amen.” 

Then Meyers jumps down and helps you laugh 
at himself. 

Meyers likes to take notes down to his master. 
He never loses one, either. 

He can carry a basket also. 

His mistress puts a note in the basket. 

Meyers takes the basket to the grocery, has it 
filled, then takes it back to his mistress. 

He is a great pet for everybody. 



ROBIN HOOD. 

XXIV. 

ROBIN HOOD. 

Here is a friend that I do not see very often. 

There are no little children about the home, so 
every one takes him for the pet. 

This is Robin Hood, a water spaniel. 

He is the happiest dog in the world when he is 
out hunting with his master. 

Very often they go for a big hunt. When wild 
ducks or birds are killed, Robin always likes to col- 
lect them and bring them to the game bag. 

Robin thinks it fine sport when they are all chas- 
ing some wild animal. 

Robin Hood is a mail carrier. 

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to the gate, gets the mail and takes it up stairs to his 
mistress. 

If some one gets the mail and does not give it 
to Eobin, why, he gets cross. 

He will not speak to any one, but sits in his chair 
and pouts ever so long. 

Can you guess how Eobin Hood talks ? 

He does not talk as other dogs do by barking, 
flapping the ears, blinking the eyes and frisking 
about. 

But he simply wags his tail when he wants to go 
out for a frolic, he begs for the door to be opened 
by beating the tail up and down. 

When he wants the mail, he wags the tail three 
or four times. 

But when he wants his food, he wags the tail so 
fast that you think it surely will drop off. 

Eobin likes to play ball with his young master. 

But best of all he likes to play Loaf Sugar. 

I am sure you would like to know how he plays 

this. 

Well, he sits in his chair while some one pitches 
loaf sugar at him. 

Of course, you know that he eats the sugar. 

Of course, you know that he ats the sugar. 

He is very fond of crackers, too. 

There are many cats at Eobin Hood’s home. 

And you would think that he and the cats arc the 
dearest friends. They often eat together; they play 
together, and some times he takes a nap with them. 

But when he gets full of mischief, he chases the 
cats all over the place. 

Some scamper up trees ; others hide under bush- 
es and in the grass. 



PRINCE BARNHARD. 


XXV. 

PRINCE BARNHARD. 

This is a little dog that I met at the Dog Exhi- 
bition. 

He is named Prince Barnhard. 

We never see many dogs like him. He is a 
Siberian seal dog. 

His mother and father came from that cold, cold 
country — Siberia. 

When Prince stands he looks as if lie has on leg- 
gings. 

I mean Indian leggings that have leather fringe 
at the sides. 

His face is truly like the seal. 

And he loves to live in water like the seals, too. 

He gets in a pond and lies down, but keeps his 
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feet for paddles. It is great fun to see him paddling 
about in the water. 

At other times he stands up in the water, then 
he falls down making the biggest splash.. This 
frightens the other dogs away. 

They enjoy looking at him till he makes the big 
splash. 

Prince is like an old man. 

For breakfast he must always have a cup of cof- 
fee with plenty of cream and sugar in it. 

He can sit up straight. 

He can speak for his food. 

And can walk on his hind legs very well. 

He is a fine sight then ! 



KEX. 

I wish you knew my friend Rex. 

Every one loves him dearly. 

He is a cocker spaniel. 

He’s from France. 

When he was in that country he was a very fine 
4 ‘Show Dog.” 

He could ride around a ring, oh, so fast ! 

He could jump through a hoop while riding a 
horse. 

He could climb a ladder and do many other 
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Rex is very glad that he is no show dog now, 
for he is old and needs rest. 

He has the dearest little mistress now. He 
loves her and she loves him very dearly, too. 

Rex is very fond of skating. 

When his little mistress goes to skate, he goes, 

too. 

This is the way he skates : He starts off with 
his mistress, but his hind feet seem to slip from un- 
der him. 

This causes him to sit down, as you see him in 
the picture. 

So his skating is running, slipping, sliding, roll- 
ing and sitting. 

This is fine sport for him and his little mistress. 

Rex likes to play hoop. 

As his little mistress knocks the hoop along, he 
runs after it. He also jumps through the hoop while 
it is rolling. 

He thinks he is a Show Dog, then. 

Santa Claus came to see Rex. 

He brought him some lovely bows of red and 
blue ribbon for his neck and a plum pudding. 

Rex was eating his plum pudding when Zelma 
went to take a snap shot of him. 

But he sent her word that she must wait till he 
had finished eating his pudding. 

Fine dog, Rex. 



RIP. 

XXVII. 

RIP. 

Would you think that this dear friend is only a 
pup! 

Yes, Rip is a pup of only a few months. 

He is a St. Bernard, and that is why he is so 
very large. 

Rip loves the snow. 

He and his little master always play snow ball 
when there is snow. 

They play snow man, too. 

His master makes a big snow man. Rip stays 
near, barking and jumping till the snow man is fin- 
ished. Then when all is ready, Rip runs way across 
the yard. 


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He comes back running and leaping with all his 
might. 

He bounds against the snow man, knocking it 
into pieces. 

This is great fun for every one, for the snow 
almost buries Rip. 

One day there was a deep, deep snow. Little 
Francis, a play mate of Rip ’s master, lost her darl- 
ing kitten. Tabby White was the name of the kitten. 

Every one said Tabby White must be under the 
snow. 

They began to dig and rake the snow away, but 
no kitty was found. 

Rip came over and began to run all over the 
yard. 

Soon he came to a place and began to dig, dig, 

dig. 

Every one cheered him and he dug faster still. 

In a few minutes Rip had all the snow cleared 
away. 

And, sure enough, there was poor Tabby White, 
almost stiff. 

Rip would let no one touch her. 

He took his fore paws and slapped her and tossed 
her about. Then he took her in his mouth, gave her 
a hard shaking, and laid her down at his master’s 
feet. 

Francis’ father took dear Tabby White and — 
yes, she was alive. She was taken in the house, made 
warm and dry and very soon she was alright. 

Rip’s master was very proud of him after that. 

Rip’s master has a fine Shetland pony named 
Betty. 


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When he goes out for a ride, Rip goes, too, and 
they have a fine time running races. 

Rip can always beat Betty in races. 

Rip is nearly as tall as Betty, too. 



BABY POODLE. 


XXVIII. 

BABY POODLE. 

I wish you knew this dear dog. 

She is very much like a child and she must be 
treated like a child, too. 

She is a poodle. She has the loveliest black and 
white silk hair. 

Her mistress bathes her every day and that 
makes her very pretty. 

We call her Baby Poodle. 

She can walk on her hind legs. 

She sits up when she is told, and always speaks 
nicely for her food. 

She can shut a door. 

If a door is open and her mistress says : 4 4 Shut 


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the door, Baby, ’ then Baby walks on her hind feet 
to the door, takes her right fore paw and closes the 
door as well as her mistress. 

Baby Poodle does not like to be scolded. 

If any one does scold her, she sits in a chair and 
pouts till you come and say, “Baby dear, I did not 
mean it, I beg your pardon !” 

This makes her happy and she runs and jumps 
about as happy as ever. In the picture you see Baby 
Poodle begging her mistress to take the chain from 
her collar and let her go out for a frolic. 

Baby does a queer trick like my friend, Meyers. 

Her mistress says: Be dead, Baby. Baby lies 
on the floor and closes her eyes. Sometimes she 
forgets and moves her tail. Her mistress says: 
You can’t be dead if you move your tail. 

Then she keeps perfectly still till her mistress 
slowly counts ten. Then she jumps up and barks, 
so happy that she pleases her mistress. 



MASTER SPORT. 


XXIX. 

MASTER SPORT. 

Of all my friends, I believe I understand Mas- 
ter Sport best and we love each other very dearly. 

Sport is an English Pointer and a very fine 
hunter. 

Before he came from Kansas, he used to go out 
on big hunts with his first master. They always 
got a great deal of game. 

Sport could not have had a more suitable name 
for he is always having sport with some one. 

Sport’s master raises very fine chickens. 

They are kept in the barn lot but they are often 
turned in the yard to scratch worms or to pick bugs 
and worms from the flowers and vegetables. If his 
master says: “ Sport, mind the chickens.” 

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nor let one steal through the fence to a neighbor’s 
yard. 

He loves the baby chicks. When the mother hen 
is scratching for her chicks, Sport lies down very 
near. He even lets the darling chicks walk over him, 
on his head, too. 

When Sport thinks the chickens have picked and 
scratched long enough, he carefully drives each one 
back to the barn lot. 

I am sorry to tell you, but nearly everybody is 
afraid of Sport. But he does not mean harm, he 
simply wants to have fun. 

If any one comes in the yard and speaks kindly 
to Sport or pets him, why he is sure to act friendly 
and will not dare do any harm. 

But if any one comes in and scolds, he will re- 
mind you of it in some way. Sometimes he lets you 
get very near the porch, then he bounds at you and 
barks so fiercely that you feel quite sure you wdll 
be torn to pieces. Before any one gets to the door 
to protect you, why my old friend runs to his kennel 
and like a bad boy peeps out and really laughs at 
you. 

Sometimes children who have not treated Sport 
very kindly, come over. 

Sport walks with them to the door, then he 
snaps (but never bites) at their little legs, just to 
see them jump and dance and to hear them scream. 
Then away Sport goes to his kennel, to — you know 
what he does. 

One day, a minister had been in the barn lot to 
look at the chickens. 

When he started back to the house Sport chased 

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Do you see the side of the porch in the picture ? 

Well, the minister thought that he could not get 
to the front steps, so he started to climb over the 
balustrade. 

As he got one leg over, Sport grabbed the other. 

O, it was fun the way they pulled each other. 
They were playing “see-saw.” 

When Sport turned the minister aloose, the poor 
man fell flat on the floor, saying, “Oh! I’m glad I 
am a Christian. ’ ’ 

Sport was punished this time for being so very 
rude. 

When Sport turned the minister loose, the poor 
not speak to Sport or shake his paw, why he whines 
(or cries) like a baby till she does notice him. 

He does not like to sleep in his kennel when it 
is cold. 

So when he is told to go to bed he begins to 
cough. 

Yes, he coughs as well as you ! 

Then his master says : 4 4 Don ’t make Sport go 
out, he has consumption.” Or sometimes he runs 
about the house trying to make you believe that he 
is hunting mice. 

Sport likes to play marbles. 

When his little friend begins a game, he lies 
down very near and looks on for awhile. 

Then, all at once, Sport jumps up, takes as 
many marbles as he can hold in his mouth, then runs 
to his kennel. 

The boy goes and begs Sport for the marbles 
but Sport just peeps out and — yes, laughs ! 

When he has teased long enough Sport brings 
the marbles to his little friend. 



YORICK, 

Owned by General Wm. J. Palmer. 

XXX. 

YORICK. 

Dear hearts, would you not like to know my 
friend, Yorick? 

He is the finest grey hound in our country. 

He is very, very tall and almost as large as a 
St. Bernard. 

People have always been afraid of Yorick, but 
not because he bites, teases, or plays you tricks like 
my friend Sport. 

No, it is because he is so very large and looks 
so fierce that all fear to trust him. 

But Yorick is the kindest dog in the world and 
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In the picture you see Yorick in a beautiful 
flower garden that is at the foot of the orchard. Do 
you want to know what he is doing! 

Why, he is watching the birds as I was doing 
when the Lazy Burro came up behind and gave me 
such a fright. 

Yorick is fond of the birds so he always conies 
out to watch them eat. 

Yorick loves his master very dearly. Every 
day when he goes out for a ride on his great horse, 
Yorick must go also. 

And it would amuse you to see Yorick stretch- 
ing himself to be as large as the horse. 

Once Yorick had a little mistress and he did 
like to play “I Spy” with her. He played as well 
as you, my little dears. 

While his little mistress would count Yorick 
would hide. 

She would hunt for him. You could see him 
peep from his hiding place, then she would cry: “I 
spy. ” But they always had a jolly race to the base. 

Yorick is the greatest hunter that I know. Often 
he leads his master’s big dogs in a chase of some 
wild animals. 

Over the great hills and through the thick 
woods, they go bounding, leaping and barking till all 
the glen is filled with the joy of the hunt. One day, 
they chased a darling little fawn. 

It ran almost as fast as a deer. It leaped over 
rocks and across streamlets. 

It ran up and down hills, but Yorick caught it. 

He threw it down till the hunters came. 

Long after this, Bingo was way off in the thick 
woods. 


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We heard him howl. 

Yorick and the coachman ran to see what had 
happened. 

When Bingo was found he was in an awful fight 
with an coyote. 

Yorick ran up and caught the coyote by the neck. 

He gave it a few shakes, then he laid it on the 
ground. 

When the coachman got to the scene the coyote 
was dead. Bingo was not hurt very badly. 

Isn’t Yorick a wonderful dog? 

There is no money that could buy him of his 
master. 



XXXI. 


MONTE. 

Now, my little dears, you must hold your breath 
till I introduce this dear friend. 

Alright! This is Master Montgomery Mont- 
morency Montjoy!! 

Monte is a very fine bull dog. 

Monte is very large and he looks so fierce that 
you will be afraid of him unless you know him. 

Monte speaks very nicely for his food. 

He is not allowed to speak loud as most dogs 
do. He has to whisper. It would make you laugh 
to see him start to speak. 

He looks as if he is going to make an ugly face. 
’Tis so hard to whisper. He likes to shake hands 
but he must always get up in a chair and sit down 
before he gives you his paw. 



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' He knows the difference between right and left 
and so gives yon the paw for which you ask. 

f Every day, Monte’s master and mistress went 
out for a drive, Monte went also. 

One day they were driving by the great moun- 
tains. Monte was having a good time running and 
jumping by the side of the buggy. 

When, suddenly, a big, big eagle swooped down 
quite near Monte. It flew quite near the ground 
for a long distance. Sometimes it would fly at 
Monte. 

This seemed greater sport for Monte for he 
chased the eagle till it flew away. 

Monte’s master was very much afraid for him. 
He feared the eagle might take his dear dog away 
for its lunch. 

Hut mountain eagles would not do that. They 
get plenty of deer, fat cub bears, wolves and such 
aninrals to eat. 

One time Monte went to a very large city to 
visit one of his master’s dear friends. 

When he returned his dear master was dead. 

Poor Monte went into every room and closet in 
the house looking for his master. 

He ran down to the barn and he even got up in 
the buggy to look for him. He then ran all about 
the yard whining pitifully. 

After awhile he came back in the house, sat in 
his master’s arm chair and there whined or cried 
like a baby. He was very sad and missed his master 
very much. 

Monte is very fond of little children and he 
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If he is left alone with Baby he will let no one 
come near. 

But best of all, Monte likes to be turned out very 
early every morning. Then he and his friend, Sanso 
go across the moorland which is at the foot of the 
mountains and there they have a very merry time. 

Oh, what fun they have chasing birds and rab- 
bits. They always get back just in time for a nice 
breakfast. 



KING DUDUA.K.C. 90874. 
Owned by 

W. S. Trowbridge, Colorado Springs, Col. 


XXXII. 

KING DU DU. 

Isn’t this a real darling! 

Does it not look like a dear little fairy? 

This is King Dn Du, the very finest toy poodle 
in our whole country. 

He is dressed in pure white silken hair and al- 
ways wears a bow of pale blue ribbon. 

At first, my friend was named Du Du. This 
is the way he became King. 

One day his little mistress, Clara May, gave a 
dinner party. 




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She invited her own little friend, Ruby Bell, 
then Du Du, Lady Pru and all the Baby Poodles 
were invited. Clara May and Ruby Belle sat at a 
very dainty little table. 

Du Du and Lady Pru sat at another table while 
the Baby Poodles sat on the stair way. Really, the 
Baby Poodles did not sit, for they jumped, ran 
about and played, making it very merry for the gay 
party. 

The little girls chatted merrily and even Pru 
joined in with the Baby Poodles for a bit of fun. 

What about our dear Du Du! Why, he sat in 
his chair simply winking and blinking his lovely 
eyes. 

Ruby looked at him and said: “ Clara May, 
look at Du Du ! He looks like a king !” 

Clara May clapped her hands and cried: “Oh, 
yes ; My King ! My King Du Du ! ’ ’ 

Du Du barked and really seemed to understand. 

Since that time he has always been called, King 
Du Du. 

Kin g Du Du loves his master very dearly. He 
likes very much to go with him when he goes to the 
chicken yard and pens to see the chickens. 

One day when they went to visit the chickens, 
Du Du was far behind his master. 

As he was going along, an old rooster named, 
Bluff, came up and stood over King Du Du as if he 
was going to peck him on the head. 

It was fun to see them, for Du Du kept quite 
still while Bluff talked. 

Soon Bluff flapped on his wing, which meant 
that Du Du might go. Du Du, in running to catch 


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his master, knocked over a dear little downy chick. 
He stopped to see if it was hurt. 

He turned it over and over with his paw but 
that did no good. He ran for his master, he pulled 
at his legs and ran back and forth to the chick till 
his master understood. 

Then he went back to the little chick. 

Did the chick die? No, it was nursed back to 

life. 

King Dn Du goes all over our country to Dog 
Exhibitions and great Fairs, and he has many fine 
prizes that he received. 


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DORSEY AND LADDIE. 

XXXIII. 

DORSEY AND LADDIE. 

Shall I let you have a Guessing Game to see 
which is Laddie and which is Dorsey? Alright! 
Time is up ! You did not guess. 

The one sitting is Laddie. 

Laddie is always quiet and Dorsey is never still. 

Each morning they have their faces washed with 
a soft sponge and their hair combed and brushed. 

Then they are served a nice breakfast of rich 
milk and puppy cakes. After breakfast they are off 
for a fine race with their little mistress. 

Dorsey can speak for her food, shake hands and 
jump over a stick when it is held up for her. 

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She barks very loud ; she runs up and down the 
stairway and across the porch making so much noise 
that you think it is thunder. 

Laddie simply looks on for his mistress says he 
is a gentleman and he must not be rude. Dorsey 
was a very happy dog and wanted to make every one 
around her happy. 

Now you will say: “For shame / ’ to Dorsey 
when I tell you this. 

Laddie became very sick. We sent for a doctor 
and we gave him every thing that we thought would 
cure him. Still he had bad spells. 

His mistress wrapped him in a nice warm blan- 
ket and nursed him very carefully. Poor Laddie 
seemed to understand, too. 

Well, when ever he had a spell, and fell about 
and would groan, shake and kick, our Dorsey was 
there, barking, oh, so loud. 

She pulled at his head, feet and tail as if it was 
great fun. Dorsey thought Laddie was playing with 
her. But all of us cried 4 4 for shame ’ ’ to her. 

Dorsey is always ready for some kind of fun. 

Her mistress left her doll on the porch one day 
and Dorsey got it. She had a gay time with it, too. 

It was a doll that could cry, so in tossing it 
about it cried and, my ! you should have seen Dorsey 
pat the doll and slap it to make it cry more. 

The doll had beautiful black eyes that could 
open and close. 

In moving the doll this way and that, why the 
eyes opened or closed. 

This pleased Dorsey very much. Her mistress 
found her trying to pick out the doll’s eyes. 

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love shoes. And every one she found she brought 
it to her play ground under a pretty shade tree. 

If anyone came to call and left their over shoes 
on the porch, Dorsey was sure to take them for her 
own. 

She often got slippers, boots, shoes and over 
shoes from the neighbors. Some one often called 
for a lost shoe or something of the kind. 

One day she brought home an old shoe. It was 
very large. Dorsey was lying on the grass playing 
very happily with the old shoe; while Laddie sat 
very near looking at her. 

All at once, Dorsey jumped as if she saw some- 
thing frightful. 

Why, she fell backwards over the terrace, how'l- 
ing dreadfully. 

Do you want to know what it was that fright- 
ened Dorsey? 

Laddie said that it was only a poor little mouse 
that had its home in the shoe and Dorsey scared it 
out. This scare cured Dorsey from stealing shoes. 



LADDIE, 

Owned by Miss Francis Booth, 
Poughkeepsie. N. Y. 


XXXIY. 

MASTER LADDIE. 

My little dears, this is my dear friend Master 
Laddie of Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 

Do yon know him? 

Why, this is Dorsey’s little friend. 

Yes, the very Laddie that we all begged to have 
killed when he was so very, very sick. 

Is he not a perfect beanty now? 

He has learned very much since he has gone to 
New York. 

He can speak for his food. 


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He has a beautiful china bowl and plate and 
he will not take his food from anything else. 

In his plate, his name is engraved in gold let- 
ters. 

If you ask his name when his plate is near, he 
puts his right paw on his name in the plate. 

He is very fond of his mistress. They often play 
snow-ball together. Laddie thinks this fine sport. 

Whenever they go for a walk, if his mistress 
has a bundle or package Laddie asks to carry it. 

See, he still tries to be a gentleman. But there 
is one time when he feels that he can not be one. 

His mistress wants him to be kind to cats, but it 
is very hard for him to be kind to them. 

When Laddie sees the big black cat, Reno, he is 
ready to spring on him or chase him across the 
lawn. Laddie thinks it the greatest fun in the world 
to chase Reno across the lawn, up a tree or ladder. 
Or to go near when he is on the fence just to see 
him bend his back, ruffle up his fur and hear him 
cry : m-e-w ! 

But now, when Reno comes near, Laddie tries 
hard to be good. 

He does not spring, but whines terribly and 
trembles all over. 

How he wishes that he had one chance at Reno. 

He will be strong, brave, and kind after awhile. 

Sometimes Laddie goes out on a large farm. 
There he is very, very happy. 

He loves to be with the cows, pigs, ducks and 
chickens. 

One lovely spring day, Laddie, with his mis- 
tress and her friend, Miss — went out on the lake to 
have a sail. They were all very happy. 


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It was fine sport rowing in their boat on the 
beautiful clear lake. 

But the wind blew his mistress’ hat into the 

lake. 

When Laddie saw the hat fall he jumped in the 
lake, caught the hat and bravely swam to the shore. 
At first his mistress was afraid for her dog. 
But she saw that he was brave, then, the young 
ladies screamed: Brave dog. Brave Laddie! till lie 
was safe on land. Hurrah for Laddie ! ! 



FIDO and KITTY MOSE. 


XXXV. 

FIDO AND KITTY MOSE. 

These dear friends live in the beautiful South- 
land. 

They are members of the ‘ ‘ Band of Mercy” and 
they hope to do much good some day. 

Fido, like Laddie goes to pasture for the cows. 
He can even raise the slat to open the gate. 

He knows each cow by name and will drive her 
in the lot when it is her turn to be milked. 

Kitty Mose is one of Fido ’s best friends. 

They take their naps together and play to- 
gether. 

One time Kitty Mose and Fido were playing. 



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Kitty heard a mouse. She stopped playing and 
softly went over to watch for the mouse. 

She kept quite still and so did Fido for he was 
wondering what was the matter with Kitty Mose. 

By and by, the little mouse crept from its hole 
and — yes, Kitty Mose sprang on it and held it fast 
with her paws. 

Fido sprang at Kitty Mose to keep her from 
harming the mouse but Kitty was too quick for him. 

She ran out doors and had a dainty lunch of a 
fat mouse. 

Fido ’s little master is named Fred. He is a lit- 
tle cripple. 

Fred had a lovely home. It was covered with 
trees like my master’s home. 

The trees were not like ours, though. 

There were China-berry trees, elms, the oaks 
and many other kinds. , 

In one corner of the yard there was one of these 
great old oak trees. 

It was covered with wild grape vines. 

Parts of the vine hung very low down, forming 
what they call “Grape-vine swings.” 

Fido and his master went out for their morning 
games. 

Little Fred rode his stick horse. 

They had a nice long ride. 

Soon they came to the ‘ ‘ Grape-vine Swing. ’ ’ 

Fred got off his horse, put it in his barn*to eat 
dinner ; then he got in the swing. 

We can never tell how it happened, but little 
Fred climbed into the swing and was swinging very 
happily. 


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When all at once, he fell backwards out of the 
swing, and struck against the old oak tree. 

The little darling did not speak or cry. 

Fido was by his side in a minute and seeing 
that his master was hurt he took him up and hurry- 
iedly carried him to his mother. 

The doctor came and found that his little back 
was nearly broken. When Fred got well, his back 
was curved and it never grew straight. He was only 
a little baby boy then. 

Fido was always a nurse for his master, and 
now that he is old enough to go to school Fido goes 
too. 

His name is on the record and when teacher 
calls the roll, she calls Fido, also. 

Fido carries his little master’s books and lunch 
basket to and from school. 

He never makes trouble for the teacher but 
when the bell taps to get in line to march out for 
recess, Fido goes quietly to his master’s side and 
marches out with him. 

The teacher and pupils call him i ‘ Faithful 
Fido,” and they are very fond of him. 

Some of the children in this school were not 
very kind to Fido and they teased his little master. 
Others were cruel to their own dogs; they robbed 
bird nests; they chased and stoned cats. 

They made their dogs fight and they made them 
chase cats, cows and pigs. 

One day a big boy was rough to little Fred. Fido 
would not allow that so he caught the boy by the 
arm and was going to give him a shaking but the 
teacher came. 

Soon after this the teachers and pupils of that 


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school formed the “Band of Mercy” of which Fred 
is leader and Fido a great member. 

On their cards they say: 

“Please don’t kill the birds. 

Please don’t abuse cats. 

Please be kind to dogs. 

Please don ’t give pain to any creature. ’ ’ 

Now the school children are very good and will 
allow no one to be cruel in any way. 

This is their pledge: 

‘ ‘ I will try to be kind to all living creatures, and 
will try to protect them from cruel usage.” 

Faithful Fido, in protecting his little master, is 
the cause of the forming of this Mercy Band. 

I hope that some of my little readers will learn 
a lesson from him and sign a pledge also. 



ROVER. 

Owned by Luke Russell, 

Colorado Springs, Col. 

XXXVI. 

ROVER. 

This is my very dear old friend, Rover. 

I know very little of Rover, for I had just met 
him at the Dog Exhibition. But every one who met 
him there learned to love him very dearly. 

Rover was born in Australia, a country far 
across the great ocean. 

He is now twenty years old. Pie is so old that 
he is nearly deaf and blind. 


72 LADY SHEPP AND HER FRIENDS. 

When yon go near him he leans his head toward 
you like a darling little baby. He wants yon to pet 
and love him. 

With his eyes almost closed, he tries so hard to 
look into your kind face to show you how happy you 
make him with your gentle strokes. 

Rover is said to be the 4 4 Greatest Traveled Dog 
in the World.’ ’ 

He traveled all over Australia, New Zealand, 
Tasmania, Fiji Islands, Samson Islands, Sandwich 
Islands, and then he came to our country and trav- 
eled through most of the Western States, visiting 
the most wonderful sights and scenes of our coun- 
try. 

He went ' to the top of Mount Shasta, to the 
Royal Gorge and to the Grand Canon. 

There is no dog in the world that loves his mas- 
ter better than Rover loves his master. 

His master traveled in a camp wagon for years 
and most of the time Rover was his only friend and 
companion. 

Rover seemed to understand as well as a per- 
son. 

When they traveled on the islands his master 
would say: 4 4 Rover, we must go for some fruit.” 

Then Rover would run joyfully ahead. When 
he came to a date, palm or banana tree, Rover would 
stop, look up in the tree, then bark till his master 
came. 

When they traveled in our country, his master 
would say to him : Rover, old boy, w T e can not camp 
until we find water for White Face and Rhone (these 
are the horses). Then Rover would scamper avmy 
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Other dogs did not seem to be very fond of 
Rover, for some dog was always fighting with him. 
He lost most of his teeth or the teeth were broken 
off in big fights with other dogs. He usually whipped 
each dog in such fights, though. 

Rover is like my old friend Sport.. He likes to 
chase the mice. 

When he and his master were on the great 
steamer going from New Zealand to the Fiji Islands 
something wonderful happened. As the cook was 
moving things about in the pantry, a mouse ran 
from under a box. 

I think the mouse was playing “I spy,” for it 
ran here and there and everywhere and everybody 
joined in the chase. 

But when Rover joined in the chase everyone 
cried : L ‘ Catch it, Rover ! Catch it ! ” 

Oh, but this was fun for all ! 

Soon the mouse ran upon the deck and Rover 
still after it. 

There was no place for the poor mouse to hide 
here. 

So it ran — right off the deck into the — ! Into 
the wdiat l Why, into the great, great ocean and our 
Rover jumped overboard after it ! 

Rover went splash ! ! 

Then every one began to scream for dear old 
Rover. 

His master was sure that his dog would drown. 

But the kind sailors quickly lowered the life 
boat and rescued our dear Rover ! 

Every one pressed near to say a kind word, to 
shake his paw or to gently stroke him. 

He was then called 4 ‘Brave Rover.” 


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Poor Rover had a great many accidents. 

Once when they were in New Zealand, Rover 
was out having a great frolic with a French Poodle. 

In their play they ran too near a horse and 
Rover was kicked on the forehead. 

When his master came up to him, he thought 
he was dead. But after he was treated he was 
alright and ready for another frolic. 

Rover and his master were in Salt Lake City. 

They were down town on a very crowded street. 

His master crossed to the opposite side of the 
street, but Rover did not see him. 

When he did discover where his master was, 
he started with a bound across the street. 

And, dear hearts, a buggy ran over his back, 
making him quite lame for life. 

As Rover was very old, his master knew that he 
could never get well. 

Rover got so weak that he could hardly drag 
himself along. Then he got too weak to even move 
his hind legs along. 

It was at this time that I met Rover at the Dog 
Exhibition. 

He lay so quietly in his kennel, but always show- 
ed you that you made him very happy by visiting 
him. 

Shall I tell you the sad, sad news, my little 
dears'? 

Poor, dear old Rover died the last night of the 
Dog Exhibition. 

The next morning, when the news of Rover's 
death came out in the papers, every one felt very, 
very sad. 


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